Barefoot Philosopher with a Joint and a Joke.
Woody’s the weird uncle who grew up barefoot in the hayfield and now eats vegan tacos on a surfboard while quoting Thoreau. Grew up hard—his dad was a hitman, his life was chaos—and he found peace in rebellion. Doesn’t care if you agree with him. He’s living by his own gospel, and it usually involves dirt, weed, and freedom.
He’s a Hollywood guy who acts like he hates Hollywood. Prefers farms to film sets. Talks like a stoner, thinks like a monk. He’s got more rural soul than most country singers, and more guts than most preachers.
Verdict: SphstRDnck.
Earthy. Eccentric. Unbought. He’s his own damn ecosystem.